And you are flaid for. There, my bleffing with you; [Laying his hand on Laertes's head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act : Beware Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; But not expreft in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France of the beft rank and flation Laer. Moft humbly do I take my leave, my lord. And it must follow, as the night the Day,] The Senfe here requires, that the Similitude fhould give an Image not of two Effects of Different Natures, that follow one another alternately, but of a Cause and Effect, where the Effect follows the Caufe by a phyfical Neceffity. For the Affertion is, Be true to thyself, and then thou must neceffarily be true to others. Shakespear, without Queftion wrote, And it must follow as the Light the Day As much as to fay, Truth to thyfelf, and Truth to others, are inseparable, the latter depending neceffarily on the former, as Light depends upon the Day! where it is to be obferved, that Day is used figuratively to the Sun Oph. Oph. 'Tis in my mem'ry lockt, And you yourself fhall keep the key of it. [Exit. Laer. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath faid to you? Oph. So pleafe you, fomething touching the lord Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought! 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, As it behoves my daughter, and your honour. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders Of his affection to me. Pol. Affections! puh! you speak like a green girl, Unfifted in fuch perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. Pol. Marry, I'll teach you; think yourself a baby; That have ta'en his tenders for true pay, you Which are not fterling. Tender yourfelf more dearly; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Wringing it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call't: go to, go to. Oph. And hath giv'n count'nance to his fpeech, my lord. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, fpringes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the foul, Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, oh my daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, Ev'n in the promife as it is a making, You must not take for fire. From this time, Be fomewhat fcanter of your maiden-prefence, And with a larger tether he may walk, Than may be given you. Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Breathing like fanctified and pious Bonds, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. Ham. Changes to the Platform before the Palace. TH [Exeunt. HE Air bites fhrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Ham. What hour now ? Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve. Mar. No, it is ftruck. Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the fseason, Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walk. [Noife of warlike mufic within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps waffel, and the fwagg'ring up-fpring reels ; The triumph of his pledge. Hor. Is it a custom? Ham. Ay, marry, is't: But, to my mind, though I am native here, More honour'd in the breach, than the obfervance. This heavy-headed revel eaft and weft, Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations; From our atchievements, though perform'd at height, That for fome vicious mole of nature in them, By the o'ergrowth of fome complexion. Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reafon ; Shall in the general cenfure take corruption Enter Ghoft. Hor. Look, my lord, it comes ! Ham. Angels and minifters of grace defend us! Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blafts from hell, * Be thy advent wicked or charitable, Thou com'ft in fuch a queftionable shape, Be thy intents wicked or charitable,] Some of the old Editions read Events; from whence I fufpe&t that Shakespear wrote, Be thy Advent wicked or charitable. i. e. thy coming Warb. That That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls? [Ghoft beckons Hamlet. Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it fome impartment did defire To you alone. Mar. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it. Hor. No, by no means. [Holding Hamlet. Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Hor. Do not, my lord. Ham. Why, what fhould be the fear? I do not fet my life at a pin's fee; And, for my foul, what can it do to That, It waves me forth again. I'll follow it Hor. What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood, my lord ? Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff, That beetles o'er his Bafe into the fea; And there affume fome other horrible form, Which might deprave your fov'reignty of reafon, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearfed in death,] We fhould read, The |